Mom's... Are We Good Pretender's?

Today my world feels unorganized, maybe even a bit out of control.  My kid is standing in the corner, the baby is screaming for a bottle, and the dishes are calling my name.   It is 11:00 a.m. and I've accomplished very little.  Everywhere I look I see "big messes".  My extended family and friends think of me as a neat freak, and always together.   However, I have them fooled.  They think, "Wow, this woman is organized, her house is clean, she has chore charts for the kids, and she is always smiling."  Friends...  I have a confession.  I am a fake.  When your not around, I play with my iPhone too long, ignore my children, and to be honest, I haven't touched the chore charts in months.  Sorry... for the false impressions.  To be honest, I am the epitome of scatterbrained.  I barely complete tasks that need to be done.  My ideal "me" is actually bigger than my actual self.  My husband and children long for more undivided attention.  I try to be different, I try to fit my sanguine self, into a type A personality.  Who am I kidding?  I'm not fooling God, the creator of my being, and my husband and children see straight through the facade.  And what am I presently doing?  I am staring at the computer, typing my emotions onto an empty white screen, while my child is playing at my feet.  I opened my eyes at 8:00 a.m. and every since then, I've been allowing Satan to feed me lies.  "Your a fake, your phony, your not a good wife and mother, your not a good writer, your unorganized, you will never lose weight, can't you just make your bed, look around you sweet heart, your world is a mess."  Am I the only mother, the only person, whom Satan speaks to in such negative and damaging ways?

"Stop!"...  "What?"  In the midst of my chaotic, mom of a life, I hear God, "Stop!"  I stop, open my Bible and my computer and begin writing, as Lora Story sings in the background,  "Cause what if Your blessings come through raindrops.  What if Your healing comes through tears.  What if a thousand sleepless nights.  Are what it takes to know, You're near.  What if the trials of this life are Your mercies in disguise."   Happenstance...  I think not!  God once again is drawing me near to Him.  "Stop, sweet daughter!  Don't believe his lies.  Listen to my love songs, look around at the blessings.  Listen for me, I will speak even in the midst of screaming babies, toddler's tantrums, and argumentative boys.  Listen!  Seek me...  Stop!"  

As I write, God reveals a simple revelation to my soul.  "Daughter, some of Satan's lies are true.  However, don't you see...  I love you just the way you are!  I love your disorganization, I love your heart, and I love your tendency to get sidetracked.  I made you a sanguine.  Never stop being who I created you to be!  Love on people and do your best.  That's all I ask!"  I hear christian radio in the background, "Do you know that list your trying to keep, throw it out, I love you just the way you are?"  "God?  I hear you, I'm listening! Thank you Lord for your kind and encouraging words.  You make me want to be a better woman, wife, mother, and friend.  I will try my hardest and when Satan's tormenting begins,  I will stop and seek you.  Thank you, Father!  My day just got better, and the Son is shining brighter!"

Mom's when Satan's tormenting begins, Stop and seek God.  Satan is a liar, and he knows our weakness's.  Instead of giving Satan the time of day, stop and turn your heart toward home.  God will speak to your heart in the form of a love song, and you will become a more Godly woman.  He can speak to you in the midst of your craziness.  The messy house, screaming kids, the ringing of the phone, and our hectic lives doesn't frighten God away.  He loves you... And do your best!  That's all He desires!  Have a Sonny Day!

Mark 4:24 "And he said to them, "And he said to them, "Pay attention to what you hear; with the measure you use, it will be measured to you, and still more will be added to you."

John 10:27-28 "My sheep hear my voice, and I know them, and they follow me.  I give them eternal life, and they will never perish, and no one will snatch them out of my hand."